Dream of me.

I've always enjoyed hearing of your dreams. In part it was because i loved seeing how your eyes would light up, as you would revel in every detail, making it look like you were reliving it all again. And in part because i liked hearing it from you. Nothing you told me was new to me, because, unlike you, i knew they were not dreams. But that's just how i liked to keep it. By day you tell me your dreams, by night i give you something to tell me about.
When the last of the daylight faded away, and you fell asleep, i would wait outside your door and listen to you, until your breath grew steady and deep. Only then, careful not to wake you, i would slip through the crack in the door, like a shadow, into your bedroom. This was almost the best moment of all, to stand above you and watch you sleep, so peaceful and calm, half-smile playing in the corners of your full lips i delight in kissing so much. My eyes caressing every line of your naked form, as if i was trying to burn the image into my memory for ages to come, to savour it with the break of dawn when i have to leave before you open your eyes to a new day.
Ever so slowly, cautious not to disturb your sleep, i lower myself on the bed next to you, so very close, but not touching you yet. I wish to take pleasure in this nearly surreal vision a moment longer, silver glow of the full moon from outside falling onto your skin, your hair slightly moving with the warm breeze coming through the open window. Tiny flames of the candles you left burning flicker with every stir of the air, making the shadows in the corners of the room dance seductively, like impatient lovers that quiver in anticipation of what is to come soon.
No longer able to hold back, i run the tips if my fingers along your arm, from the shoulder all the way down to your wrist, then taking hold of your hand, feeling you respond to my touch, as our fingers entwine, and i take you in my arms, pressing you close to me and covering your mouth with mine, feeling your lips part as you return my kiss with hungry passion i've grown to like so much. You never liked waiting, but in time you have learnt to relish every instant with me, impatience replaced with living in the moment. We have the whole night ahead of us, there's no need to be so eager. Our mouths moving in unison, tongues probing, exploring as if this is our first kiss, growing more and more passionate, lips at times pressing together so hard, it's almost painful, and now teeth are involved as well, you biting my lower lip as the first moan escapes your lips, breaking the silence of the night, and i feel your body respond to my hands, feel you arch your back slightly, pressing yourself against me harder yet, your legs wrapping around my waist.
I let my lips slide down to your neck, burying my face in the hollow where it meets the shoulder, running my tongue on your skin, tasting you, inhaling your scent, never able to get enough of you, barely able to restrain myself just a little longer, before we let the fervor overtake us and we lose control. Despite all, even after all this time, i find it hard not to just take you there and then, possess you, let myself go and become an animal in heat. But at the same time i do so enjoy teasing you, making you writhe beneath my touch, hear you moan, feel your nails leave swollen red marks along my back.
Slowly i slide lower, tip of my tongue playing with your nipple, my one hand at the small of your back and the other caressing your breasts, every touch of my lips making you quiver, making you ask for more, as i put my lips over the pale pink areola and bite down gently, drawing another moan from you, making you breathe even harder, and now my hands begin being rougher with you, nails sinking into your skin, leaving half-moon marks on your skin before running red welts along your thighs before i lower myself farther, kissing, nibbling, licking, and at last i allow myself taste you, hiding my face between your legs as my tongue begins dancing on the most intimate part of your body, changing all your sighs to moans now, as i lick up ever drop of your juices, kissing gently at first, then with more and more passion, making you throw your head back, your body twisting with lust, skin glistening with sweat, your hands tearing at the bed-sheet. One last taste before my mouth wonders away to your inner thighs, and finally i pull myself up and look down at you beneath me, pausing a moment to take in your sleek form, bathed in sweat and light of the moon and faint yellowish glow of candles. You're so close now, i can feel it, your body radiates heat all around, as i fall upon you to kiss and kiss again, you eager tongue licking away every taste of yourself off of my lips as i take you, resting above you on my elbows, unable to keep back a satisfied smile, hearing you moan louder then before, warmth enveloping me as, slowly at first, i slide into you fully, before drawing back and thrusting again, harder, faster with every time. I have always fancied watching you while we make love, your eyes closed, drops of sweat rolling off your forehead, leaving glistening traces along your face, strands of hair, now wet, clinging to your skin, rasping breath escaping your parted lips, interrupted by moans that turn at times into growling, your breasts moving with my every thrust. All of a sudden you roll me onto my back and straddle me, your thighs pressing my sides tight, as you begin grinding against me, your fingers digging into my shoulders, just as i take hold of your waist and press you down against me even harder, arching my body a little to bring my hips higher. Deep in you i feel myself so close to climax, i can barely hold back, though i know it will not be long now, i feel you begin to shiver as you quicken your pace, and at last we let ourselves go as wave after wave of orgasm sweeps over us, so intense i lose myself in it completely, seems like nothing more exists now around us, there's just you and me, and complete darkness all around, world disappeared as the last echoes of climax die out and you fall onto me, no longer able to keep yourself upright, still shivering a little, your breath slowly steadying, as your body grows limp and relaxed, and our lips join again in tonight's last kiss.
Still there are couple of hours before the sun comes up, and i let myself sink into half-sleep, holding you in my arms, to enjoy being close to you a while longer, gently running my hands along your back, kissing your face lightly, whispering to you.
I will be back in the morning, my love. I always enjoy hearing of your dreams...